Mag-log inRowan“Here?” Elias passes me a stick of my favorite cigarette as I step out of the Penthouse but I don’t take it. I did not want to immediately get rid of the lingering taste of my mate’s lips against my tongue.He kissed me.He did not just kiss me back when I kissed him, he initiated a deep intimate kiss between us. “Alpha, where are you going?”“Charlotte wants to have lunch,” I reply to my beta distractedly, absentmindedly, my fingers hovering over my lips as my thoughts are failing me.“Take me to her favorite restaurant.” “Yes, Alpha”I slipped into the backseat of the car, unable to stop replaying the way Jaylene had leaned forward and arrested my lips in a slow kiss. He wasn’t teasing me. His light green eyes were actually shining with want and need for me. And this time, he was not experiencing his estrous cycle.He was just turned on and melting into my arms.In fact, his pheromones had said it all.He wanted it. He wanted me.He had his fingers curl up in my hair, hold
Jaylene“Elias, leave us,” Rowan says in a deep tone, holding my gaze in a tight lock.“Yes, Alpha.”I could not break away from his intense gaze, so I let myself drown in the depth of his dark blue eyes.It is as if the room fades into a blur, leaving only the sharp edges of our own emotions to swirl around us, our heart trying to speak into my head, words the mouth could not say.Rowan’s grip tightens around my wrist, his eyes glazing with a longing that sends goosebumps throughout my body, down to the heel of my feet, softening all the resolves within my body.I hate that being close to him, even a little, is like feeding an antidote to the poisonous vines he has planted inside me. It is hibernating, healing. It feels so good, as if drugged. Just being close to him, being wrapped around his spicy scent, just having his fingers on my skin is a great need.I shouldn’t be greedy but I can’t help myself. I let my nose flare up as I inhale his scent hungrily, long and short sniffs, try
Rowan“What are you doing on the floor?” I ask him, my eyebrow raised, my tone bearing more cold than warmth. Jaylene’s gaze flickered over me with doubt, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth.“I’m sorry, Alpha,” He quickly pushes himself up on his feet, the chain rattling chaotically behind him, his tone frantic with fear.“I will clean up immediately.”“Don’t move,” I simply tell him, my tone icy and sharp. It leaves no room for arguments as he stood still, his posture rigid, his eyes transfixed on me with uncertainty.I peel my gaze away from him, tilting my head to the side as I take in the alley rats standing restlessly behind him.I didn't utter a single word and nobody dared to move or breathe, causing a thick silence to hang in the air, tension rising.I know too well the power my presence holds but my silence is even more dangerous, daring, terrifying, fear inducing and filled with uncertainty.I sidestep to avoid Jaylene's figure as I walk inside the break room, my stride
Jaylene ##I was staggering forward, my steps uneven, slow and overly deliberate. The polished concrete floor was tilting under my gaze as I walked.The next thing, I was grabbing onto the door handle of my car. In the next second, I was falling on my knees as I threw up, the bile tasting like alcohol and acid in my throat.My stomach flips painfully, causing me to retch up even more. Even my body spasms violently but I force myself inside the car as I drive out, speeding, everything passing in a blur until a truck is crashing into me and then silence, darkness, and then a sharp voice, with a painfully concerned tone calls out to me.“Jaylene, Jaylene, Jaylene, stay with me.” ##A loud thunder grumbled angrily across the sky as I jerk awake, gasping for air as my heart drummed loudly against my ribs. The same dream again, but this time I’m aware that I was drunk on the day of my accident. I was grieving , I was in agony and hopeless.I could not help but wonder what went wrong w
RowanI’m currently at MoonLight Throb, a popular nightclub located in the central city of San Zero. I'm seated in the VIP section, my legs spread, my fingers tapping away calculatively on the armrest of the red-velvet tuxedo sofa. My expression is unreadable, maybe slightly rigid as I watch the male and female strippers marry the pole sexually, with earnest devotion.Their sweaty lithe bodies sways around the pole, embodying and dissolving into the rhythmic beats. It wasn’t just a minimal beat, it was one that lives inside the cavity of your chest. And they also sync with the frantic strobes of light, flashing, like a laser cutting through the fog. I wish the laser could also slice open the dark fog hovering over my chest, before I suffocate for good. “What’s with the look on your face, hmm? Not to your peculiar taste?” Maverick shoves me with his elbow.“Fuck off man,” I sit back, loosening the tie around my neck.“Why did I bother to ask? A simp like you should not be asked suc
Jaylene The following morning, I did not need Remi to drag me out of bed. I was already standing in front of the mirror, observing my reflection as I struggled for the life of me to knot the long maroon tie around my neck. I could not do it, I could not tie a tie correctly. A mere trying to move my fingers around the satin material causes a flood to my brain.I quickly dump the idea of using a tie and button up the shirt to my neck instead, when Remi knocks and opens the door to the bedroom.“Uhh, you are already ready?” She takes me in with excited eyes.“Hmm,” I acknowledge her with a nod, drawing in a deep breath as I catch my own reflection in the mirror again, trying to feel something, remember anything.But I feel nothing, just a simple observation of how the expensive white shirt fits my body perfectly. Even the black pants are tailored for my size, the shoes made for me as well.It was clear that Rowan knows the sizes of everything I wear. “You look the same,” Remi looks at
Jaylene “Who are you?” Remi looks like she is seeing a ghost. She immediately lowered her head in respect, “Omega Alan, you are here.” Alan doesn't spare Remi a glance. He takes me in with pure disdain. I don’t allow myself to feel scrutinized by this flashy person. He wears a Chelsea heel boot
Jaylene I stir awake as a kiss is being pressed on my forehead. “Good morning, biscuits,” Rowan winks at me as he buttons up his white shirt. It looks like he came out of the shower, not long ago. It was also morning and streams of sunlight were already cascading into the spacious bedroom with
Jaylene “What are you going to do to me?” I peel the words from the back of my throat with every boldness left in me. I don’t want to say the wrong words and get him upset. He has not come here for a few nights and I couldn’t be happier. I do not understand why he would show up tonight with f
Rowan “I feel bad for the staff, the creative directors and the fans,” Charlotte expresses her worries and frustration over her work. This was a photo shoot for San Zero annual rising star magazine. This was a good deal for her career and sadly her activity has been halted by the company. I’m sit







